Post by Glavon on Sept 18, 2009 17:36:33 GMT -5
Name: Fang Bluefur
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Species: Weasel
Occupation: Swordsbeast
Physical Appearance:
Fang is a wiry male weasel with jet-black fur that has blue highlights of ink streaked through it. His ears are extremely long and tufted at the tips; he has a scar on his face, just below his left eye, that has the appearence of an X if you look at it from far away. His obsidian black eyes appear to look like hot coals when he's mad, and his nose is a dusty brown color. Two of his long white fangs protrude from the front of his mouth, and his muzzle is one of the places most heavily streaked with blue, giving his fur a strange looking appearence that is slightly menacing.
His arms are full of lean, whip cord tough muscles, without any spare fat, and they are long and thin, easily able to heft his sword. Blue tints, once again, give strange appearence to his arms and paws, and his black claws are short but sharp. In fact, whenever he has spare time, he sharpens them with the edge of his sword or rocks he happens to find. They are easily able to puncture skin, flesh, and muscles, and splinter bone if he tries hard enough.
The main part of his body is very thin, a shiny coat of fur covering his bones. The ribs are easily seeable, and his back shows his spine; scars trace thin lines through his fur, a vivid pink with a few strands of black fur. Lines of blue make his fur look streaky. His tail appears to be a bushy black tuft of fur protruding from his back, and he often swishes it back and forth when he's agitated.
His legs are steely with black fur and claws, but tightly around his ankles are strings decorated with fangs and knuckle bones.
Possessions
Fang has relatively few possessions; one of which is the ankle bracelets of bone he wears. He gets the bones from dead beasts he found. He carries a huge steel sword with a needle sharp tip and a heavy, polished wooden hilt. In the hilt of the blade, there is a gem shaped rock, speckled with white, black, and red. There is a scabbard for the blade hanging from his black leather belt, which also has a charred pouch attached to it that carries metal studs that, when fighting, he sticks tightly on his claws.
Personality:
Fang is a quiet loner of a character. His black eyes never show weakness; in fact, it is only rarely that he does show emotion. He never believes he will win or lose a battle; the outcome depends on skill, not luck. He acts more like an otter than a weasel; he is nice to young ones and loves to swim, especially in the ocean. He likes to have friends with him, though he doesn't show it, and he doesn't talk to them at all. Safety in numbers, right?
Strengths:
Fang is an experienced swimmer and so can be found swimming in his spare time as well as practicing with his sword. He's an extremely good swordsbeast; it comes out of his father, who was also a natural when it came to the ways of the blade, not that Fang knows that.
Weaknesses:
Fang doesn't like cooking; it's a waste of time in his opinion as he could be doing more productive things, and anyway he can't cook much except meat over an open fire. Plus, he never learned how to read, so recipes are out for the most part. He gets frustrated when someone tells him to read something he can't, and this is dangerous because he'll usually shred the scroll or whatever he has his eyes on with his claws.
History:
Fang doesn't know where he was born; why should he care? All he remembers from his childhood was that his parents died when he was young and he was raised by a horde of rats, weasels, ferrets, and stoats who operated under a single warlord called Glavon Snow, who, for what Fang cares, is probably dead now. Anyway, it had been a rat called Rayuu who had given him the scar on his face, as was custom of the horde, and even then as a five year old he had taken a dagger and killed the rat in its sleep; by the time the horde woke up and discovered the crime Fang was asleep again, and no one was any the wiser.
As Fang grew and became stronger and wiser with his sword and his wits, Glavon grew nervous of him and the strength and smarts that the warlord did not posess. For that reason, Glavon was careful to keep the weasel away from him, and chose two vermin to guard him; Redclaw and Bluefang the rats. As soon as Fang realized the horde was frightened of him, he also realized he could become a good creature; just because he was a weasel didn't mean he was inheritantly evil.
So Fang left the horde for good, and began his new adventure; one that would take him on the path of a good beast.
Relationships:
Surge Spikeclaw- Ferret
Cloud Wingflight- Stoat
Swirl Webtail- Rat
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Species: Weasel
Occupation: Swordsbeast
Physical Appearance:
Fang is a wiry male weasel with jet-black fur that has blue highlights of ink streaked through it. His ears are extremely long and tufted at the tips; he has a scar on his face, just below his left eye, that has the appearence of an X if you look at it from far away. His obsidian black eyes appear to look like hot coals when he's mad, and his nose is a dusty brown color. Two of his long white fangs protrude from the front of his mouth, and his muzzle is one of the places most heavily streaked with blue, giving his fur a strange looking appearence that is slightly menacing.
His arms are full of lean, whip cord tough muscles, without any spare fat, and they are long and thin, easily able to heft his sword. Blue tints, once again, give strange appearence to his arms and paws, and his black claws are short but sharp. In fact, whenever he has spare time, he sharpens them with the edge of his sword or rocks he happens to find. They are easily able to puncture skin, flesh, and muscles, and splinter bone if he tries hard enough.
The main part of his body is very thin, a shiny coat of fur covering his bones. The ribs are easily seeable, and his back shows his spine; scars trace thin lines through his fur, a vivid pink with a few strands of black fur. Lines of blue make his fur look streaky. His tail appears to be a bushy black tuft of fur protruding from his back, and he often swishes it back and forth when he's agitated.
His legs are steely with black fur and claws, but tightly around his ankles are strings decorated with fangs and knuckle bones.
Possessions
Fang has relatively few possessions; one of which is the ankle bracelets of bone he wears. He gets the bones from dead beasts he found. He carries a huge steel sword with a needle sharp tip and a heavy, polished wooden hilt. In the hilt of the blade, there is a gem shaped rock, speckled with white, black, and red. There is a scabbard for the blade hanging from his black leather belt, which also has a charred pouch attached to it that carries metal studs that, when fighting, he sticks tightly on his claws.
Personality:
Fang is a quiet loner of a character. His black eyes never show weakness; in fact, it is only rarely that he does show emotion. He never believes he will win or lose a battle; the outcome depends on skill, not luck. He acts more like an otter than a weasel; he is nice to young ones and loves to swim, especially in the ocean. He likes to have friends with him, though he doesn't show it, and he doesn't talk to them at all. Safety in numbers, right?
Strengths:
Fang is an experienced swimmer and so can be found swimming in his spare time as well as practicing with his sword. He's an extremely good swordsbeast; it comes out of his father, who was also a natural when it came to the ways of the blade, not that Fang knows that.
Weaknesses:
Fang doesn't like cooking; it's a waste of time in his opinion as he could be doing more productive things, and anyway he can't cook much except meat over an open fire. Plus, he never learned how to read, so recipes are out for the most part. He gets frustrated when someone tells him to read something he can't, and this is dangerous because he'll usually shred the scroll or whatever he has his eyes on with his claws.
History:
Fang doesn't know where he was born; why should he care? All he remembers from his childhood was that his parents died when he was young and he was raised by a horde of rats, weasels, ferrets, and stoats who operated under a single warlord called Glavon Snow, who, for what Fang cares, is probably dead now. Anyway, it had been a rat called Rayuu who had given him the scar on his face, as was custom of the horde, and even then as a five year old he had taken a dagger and killed the rat in its sleep; by the time the horde woke up and discovered the crime Fang was asleep again, and no one was any the wiser.
As Fang grew and became stronger and wiser with his sword and his wits, Glavon grew nervous of him and the strength and smarts that the warlord did not posess. For that reason, Glavon was careful to keep the weasel away from him, and chose two vermin to guard him; Redclaw and Bluefang the rats. As soon as Fang realized the horde was frightened of him, he also realized he could become a good creature; just because he was a weasel didn't mean he was inheritantly evil.
So Fang left the horde for good, and began his new adventure; one that would take him on the path of a good beast.
Relationships:
Surge Spikeclaw- Ferret
Cloud Wingflight- Stoat
Swirl Webtail- Rat
